Sarah J Sloat
poet
I empty my chest of the faraway
The first time I heard Villa-Lobos’s Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5 was at a dance performance at Rutgers University in the late 1980s. A woman in a red velvet dress danced & tumbled through a large patch of grass laid out on stage.
Interior Landscapes
Most recently, some of my little box poems were in Bluestem this month. I make these with small pharma, cosmetic, cough drop and light bulb boxes. With these, I like working with the idea of the interior landscape.
Ringing Out the Old
I’ve never been one for New Year’s Eve but we did venture out for a short concert, which allowed us to say we made it
Forgetting is forgiveness enough
I’ve got to part with some of the collages and erasures I’ve made.
I empty my chest of the faraway
The first time I heard Villa-Lobos’s Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5 was at a dance performance at Rutgers University in the late 1980s. A woman in a red velvet dress danced & tumbled through a large patch of grass laid out on stage.
Interior Landscapes
Most recently, some of my little box poems were in Bluestem this month. I make these with small pharma, cosmetic, cough drop and light bulb boxes. With these, I like working with the idea of the interior landscape.
Ringing Out the Old
I’ve never been one for New Year’s Eve but we did venture out for a short concert, which allowed us to say we made it
Forgetting is forgiveness enough
I’ve got to part with some of the collages and erasures I’ve made.